Crystal River current. [volume] (Crystal, Colo.) 1886-18??, 1887-09-10
ON THE SAME ROAD.

Nature does not shed her beauties
alone In those parts OF our universe
where tourists and sight@seers most
frequently visit, the world in some OF
aes ooscnrest places is filled with beau
oies that have escaped the eyes of its
fever.
Who would have thought OF travel
ing in u stage twenty miles from the
nearest railroad station, or footing it
at a necessarily slow pace over the
hills and rocks OF Cheshire county, to
see now APPLY nature had done her
WORK IN this particular place? As for
Vhe inhabitants of the little hamlet
nestled up among the hills, very few
OF them had time to think of such
matters as feasting their eyes on nat
ufal loneliness, or even giving q
Thought to their surroundings. Their
only object in lie seemed to be to get
up ut five, eat the required num-
Der OF meals, attend to the duties OF
the day, and go to bed again when
might came. There was very little
variety in the lives of these people,
yet they scented to be well enough
contented with their lot, except that
now and then some ambitious spirit
would overleap the bounds and make
journey out into the world, to see
what people were doing there, and
those who did become SO bold, very
rarely returned to the old way of liv-
ins.
One ofthese discontented spirits, who
refused to believe that every thing the
world contained was found up here
among the hills OF Cheshire county,
was q young and rather good-looking
girl. it seemed to Janet Gray as il
this dull, monotonous, unvaryine
routine would never end, and every
DAY she longed more and more to
leave it,
It was on a bright morning early
IN May, that, returning from an err
rand; she threw herself down by the
brook, to rest and to think. Her
sace was flushed with fast walking.
and with her dark hair and eyes show
ahS TO quite an advantage with her
new sIneham dress, Janet presented
quite a pretty picture to William
Ihomas Toy, as he observed her from
the cornfield some, yards away. But
ihomas was a man who did not con-
cider wish long ere he strived to full
M 1t, and was soon at her side. She
ooked up with a surprised air when
She heard his; Good. morning." and
said, "Oh! it is you, is it," then laps.
ed again into her thoughtful mood.
He watched her while in silence, be-
ing too well accustomed to Janet's
way to disturb her without reason:
but finally he mustered up courage to
maze a remark
"Janie, what makes you so thought.
tul this morning."
'Tom," she answered after q pause,
II want you to help me. lam SO con-
FUSED this morning that can hardly
see my way to do what I am deter
snined to do. am going away" The
young man gave start. "Thls place
is positively unbearable longer. Some
folks may be content to drag out their
lives in such % place as this but | am
gong where l can be and do some
thing. 1t does seem to me such pos
tive nonsence for people to be willing
TO live along in 81 handto.mouth sort
OF way up here anon, these hills, and
never do anything of note in the world
except what every mortal does to
preserve life, namely, eat, drink and
sleep. 1t is like being buried alive"
Having delivered herself of this I'M
maideniy speech, Tom sat waiting for
more, but moro didn't come. at last
lie venttred to say
Jan!e, L am sorry you are so tired
OF all OF us; but if you want to 60
over yonder hills and do something
honest and honorable in the world.
you'll SO, and know better than to
say one word OF hinderance."
Yes, Thomas Troy, that is the
first right down sensible thing 1 ever
heard you say" she answered with
half q smile. "Of course you know
better than to hinder me, ifyou could.
l will remember you for your kind in
tentions. am not SO tired of you,
Thomas; nor any OF the rest of the
io!ks. l don t want to go out of your
lives altogether: but it is these lonely,
rocky hills. and t his birdcage life that
tires me. just think. Tom, if should
stay here all the days of my life, what
n record would have, and when 1
die how it would sound to read on my
grave-stone,
Here rests the body OF Janet Gray;
Where she's gone, she's gone to stay.
By the.way, Tom, what kind OF a
poetess do you think I'd make?"
"Janie, said Tom, your ambitions
are all right. As for poetry, never
try that, whatever you do. 1t isn't |
every poor rhymer that wins fame,
nor every aspirant autains glory. 1t
is time and chance with every body.
The race is not always to the swift,
nor the battle to the strong"
Look here, Mr.. William Thomas
Toy, / am well convinced you'd dis
courage me if you could; but all the
Scripture you can quote and all the
you can use won't better
your cause one iota. do not intend |
to make rhyming profession. But
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